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[2014-09-22 00:00:24 +0000 UTC]
"Yo-ho"
(United States)
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Watching: 430; Pageviews: 5150; Comments Made: 1021; Friends: 430
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# Comments
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a pirate's life for me oh goodness gracious--
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ΠΈd ΡΟ fΞ±ll.Β Β . . .
i need to get around to watch OUaT. . . bc that faceclaim gives me life
Β i meAN HELLO- i really wanna leave a starter but??? i have no ideas????? i really like your account rip
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a pirate's life for me. honestly this account isn't for that series, i just used his face
and i seriously need to give him more attention
i am so bad--
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The air was thick with the scent of sea salt and a vague ocean spray riding the winds. Pubs were lit and people stumbled out here and there, far too intoxicated to properly conduct themselves. Though it wasn't as if many retained enough class to present themselves in an honorable fashion. Even Orion, though condescending, found himself positively unable to claim he was something of a saintly nature, being a sort of night worker, if you will and his night work left him fixing his shirt absentmindedly as he continued to walk the streets. Some men whistled at him, his reputation already known; they beckoned him over though he didn't feel the slightest bit inclined to approach them. Although the pay was nice, he simply was not in the mood to copulate with a drunkard. If that were not enough, none of them really struck his fancy with their messy mannerisms and their sloppy cries. They even grew angry when he did not approach, though Orion would also be quite the liar if he said that this troubled him. Perhaps someone less intoxicated would have done nicely, though frankly, he wasn't terribly inclined to service any other people tonight. He had spent a great many hours doing it this particular evening and could feel a rough soreness beginning to consume him ( for one customer had been a particular brute, though he had paid well and Orion hadn't the right to complain, really ).Β
Orion made out the vague laughter of people within buildings and contented himself with a nice walk. The sea air chilled him and sent a small feeling of pleasure throughout him. Although it was not thought of a homosexual whore, he was somewhat intellectual and enjoyed his alone time--an unsuitable prostitute, really, yet an efficient one, nonetheless. He continued to walk, hearing his footfalls against the wood as he enjoyed the night air. His gaze directed itself towards the sea and there he saw a great ship docked. Pirates no doubt. Orion didn't feel inclined to sell himself to them for the night, either. Pirates were always his roughest customers and he wasn't so willing to sell himself to a foreigner--especially a ruffian, at that. With any luck, no pirate would be encountered.
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The pirate ship had already been completely vacant of the bulk of her passengers for an hour now, most crowding in bars, drinking their triumphant catch, booming out every shanty they could remember in their "drunken stupor". The captain, however, had remained on board his precious vessel, as he always did, and was standing upon the deck of the Grim Reaper. He had owned the great vessel for years, and could never bear to part with it, no matter what damage she obtained from their battles with both the navy and other pirates.
Alexander let out a soft sigh as he remained upon the deck of the seeming ghost ship, his hands drawing up to rest upon the railing and stare out towards the horizon, watching the blackened waves crash beneath the light of the waning moon. The motions were almost hypnotic to him, each making the great vessel creak with age at the smallest pull of the sea. He didn't even take notice of the boy wandering about the deck; until he took in a sharp breath and caught his scent mingle with the salty air
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there never was a horseman , and there never will be a horseman . idk but whenever i see this page i feel like it needs a pm
if i had points i would give you one but i don't XDD
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outofsails. hhhh noooooo
i don't need one of those for my rp accounts--
because i would be upset if i lost it--
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there never was a horseman , and there never will be a horseman . i feel like it should have it tho -
you party pooper -Β
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outofsails. hhhh noooooo
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there never was a horseman , and there never will be a horseman . fiiiiiineΒ
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a ten year old boy was wandering about the boat docs. he had no real reason other than the fact that he lived just a few streets away from the cannal and was trying to get fresh air from the slums and over crowded number of people, though his caretaker had sent him here to go to the market at the doc for some basic supplies.
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outofsails. oh gosh thank you--
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( hnnn of course my friend <33 )
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DreamsAreStories. hello beautiful person w/ killian jones' faceclaim -
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outofsails. ah, hello~
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outofthoughts. eh o A o
ah, sure??
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It was late one evening, the moon high in the pitch black sky; lighting up the small town below. People wondering around making noise and having a great time, i mean this was the month for .. love.. and joy and holiday spirits. Jeremaih sighed as he just shoved his hands into his pockets and walked through the town. He sighed softly Β as he was just tring to get away from it all. where he ended up was near the river. He sa down on a dock and looked at the glistening waters. Running his tongue over his fangs as he was bored, he just relaxed for once.
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Ophelia pointed a finger at the man, her black painted nail glistening slightly. Her green eyes started at him with just a hint of something 'not right' in them. She wore a black-striped, Victorian style dress despite the age, and her hair was an unnatural red and pulled up in messy ringlets at the back of her head; she had a heartshaped tattoo on her right cheek...
"You~!" she stated in a deep British accent. "You are a Brother in the Blood..." She grinned and giggled, unsettlingly. "I can smell it~"
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Bored storm cloud hues rolled over into the female's direction, a brow arching high as he studied the Brit before him. What she meant, he hadn't the foggiest, and from her appearance he wasn't ready to.
"Apologies, but I don't know what that means, nor do I care to," Skull's huffed, rolling his eyes again and turning on his heel to leave
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(duude-no idea what he's from. But he sounds fun to rp w/! Rp?)
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outofsails. ah thank you
and sure
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((thanks! And shall we?~))
A young girl politly knocked on the door, hoping she wasn't being rude. But...she didn't know where she was. She needed help.
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[This delicious looking man is from Once upon a time,Killian 'Hook' Jones-
My friend as an actual roleplay account of him
h0oks.deviantart.com/Β ]
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[She tends to add a lot of details so enjoy uwu ]
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aH Thank you,I actually made itttt hnnnnn- <3
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I actually posted it uwuΒ
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outofsails. sureΒ
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// Can you start?
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outofthoughts. ehm, no?
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// Oh ok.
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outofblood. hello, iloveyourfaceclaimsohot and would you like to rp?
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outofsails. sure o3o
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outofblood. who starts?
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outofthoughts. could you?
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outofblood. I can try
In the dark of the night, a figure could be seen through the darkness flying. Thats right, flying over the pacific ocean and looking around. The figure looked like a teenage boy with a brown hoodie and black trousers, carrying a black staff in his hand. The boy was a couple feet from the water, running his hand through it.
He sighed, a few days of not bring seen hand took a toll on him, the boy was a vampire and he thought he was the only vampire left, besides his brother. Or so he thinks...
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{ let's rp for real uou
Sam would be so interested in him it'll be fun :3 }
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outofsails. we probably should--
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